I want things to talk to me,
I want my surroundings to reach out to me,
Just like they used to sometime back,
Somehow now the connection seems to lack,

I think it’s because there’s no time I am free,
To let my thoughts wander gaze around perhaps at the blossoming tree,

Need the time for my thoughts to stop by and greet its ambience,
Exchange pleasantries and bond in affiance,

It’s so rewarding to see your thoughts engage in interactions,
Much more I guess than actual transactions,
I miss my time to ponder,
Just drift around and maunder